"I forgot to tell you what happened early this morning while you were down-town.
"I was up in my room writing to Joyce, when I heard a rumble and a running down in the back hall.

Somebody called 'Fire! Fire!' Then somebody else took it up, and the old gentleman at the end of the hall, who never appears in public until noon, came bursting out of his room in his bath robe, his shoes in one hand and his false teeth in the other.

It was the funniest sight! There was wild excitement for a few minutes.

One woman began throwing things out of the window, and another stood and shrieked and wrung her hands.
"The waiter with the long black side-whiskers tore up-stairs and grabbed his arms full of those bottles in the racks--you know--those fire-extinguishing bottles that have some kind of chemical stuff in them.
There was a strong smell of smoke and a little puff of it curling up from under the stairs.

He threw all those bottles down into the lower hall.